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The Meeting My Brain Had Without Me

 

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For most of my adult life, I believed I was a logical man.

Not perfectly logical. I'm Kenyan. I have survived Nairobi traffic, which means I have, on more than one occasion, looked at Waiyaki Way at 5:30 p.m. — a road that, at that hour, stops being a road and becomes a philosophy — and told myself, with the confidence of a man who has learned nothing, that today it will be different. Today I will beat it.

So no. Not flawlessly logical. But reasonable. I collected the facts. I weighed the options. I reached conclusions the way I imagined thoughtful people did — slowly, deliberately, in the clean white room of the mind.

Then neuroscience sat me down and, very politely, told me I had been taking credit for work I had not done.

It turns out that while I was congratulating myself on my objectivity, my brain had already convened the meeting, taken the vote, passed the resolution, and drafted the minutes — all before my conscious mind so much as found the door.

Imagine arriving at a board meeting, adjusting your collar and being prepared to discuss. However, the decisions are already made, and the tea in the cups has gone cold. The chairman stands and thanks everyone for their input. Standing there, with one hand on the door, someone glances up and says, warmly, without any hint of irony:

"Ah. Glad you could finally join us."

That is how your conscious mind experiences most of your decisions. You believe you are the chief executive. Much of the time, you are receiving the memo — after the committee has adjourned for lunch.

I found that realization both humbling and, strangely, liberating.

It was humbling because I realized I wasn't the impartial judge I thought I was. It was freeing because it finally clarified something I'd observed in the coaching room for years — something I could describe but never fully explained.

Good people make decisions that baffle even themselves.

They sit across from me and say:

"I don't know why I reacted like that."

"I knew exactly what to do. I just couldn't do it."

"I overreacted, and I watched myself do it."

"Honestly, I don't recognize the person I became in that moment."

For a long time, we have had tidy labels for these moments. Weakness. Indiscipline. A lapse in character. We say them and move on. But what if something more interesting is going on beneath it all? What if your emotions are not the interruption to your thinking? What if they are part of the thinking itself? Sit with that for a second. Because once it lodges, almost everything else begins to shift.

The Client Who Was Angry at Everyone

Some years ago, a man walked into my office, carrying enough frustration to light up a small town.

He was furious at his boss, his wife, and the government. He also felt irritated at traffic, the customer care agent who kept him on hold, the economy, and the man at the supermarket who was pushing his trolley diagonally across the aisle while examining a bottle of cooking oil as if it were a rare diamond he might someday propose with.

If you've ever been behind that man in the supermarket, you know the kind of unreasonable, disproportionate rage I'm talking about. It never seems justified.

As he talked, a shape began to take form in the room. Every story he told ended in the same place — someone else's mistake. Someone else's incompetence. Someone else's failure to be, in some fundamental way, less disappointing.

The common denominator, it seemed, was everyone.

Now, coaching teaches you a few quiet rules. Here is one of mine. When every single character in a person's story is difficult, there are really only two explanations. Either they have been cursed with the most unfortunate collection of people ever assembled in a single lifetime — or the story deserves a second reading.

I asked him a simple question. "When was the last time you weren't angry?"

He paused longer than I anticipated, enough for me to hear the fridge in the hallway. Then he shrugged and said, "I can't remember," in a resigned, defeatist tone, as if he had opened a door he hadn't used in a long time. 

That answer revealed more than everything that preceded it. In my experience, anger rarely exists alone; it tends to share space with others like fear, shame, disappointment, loneliness, and grief—quiet occupants who prefer not to confront the world directly.

Anger often acts as the voice they choose to speak for them — the spokesperson. It’s not the person making the decisions. As his anger grew louder, I became more curious about who it was truly masking. It took several sessions to uncover the truth, and what we discovered surprised us both.

At his core, he was not an angry man. He was terrified. Terrified of failing the people who depended on him. Terrified that his business had begun, almost imperceptibly, to slow. Terrified that he was not, and had never been, enough. Terrified that a single bad season could quietly unmake twenty years of work while he slept.

His anger was just the way his fear expressed itself publicly—more secure, more forceful. It allowed him to speak louder instead of hiding his vulnerabilities. Now, I often share a similar insight with clients: the initial emotion you feel is rarely the most intense one you hold inside.

The Great Lie About Emotions

Many of us were brought up to see emotions as issues that need fixing. Feeling sad? Try to cheer up. Anxious? Stop the worry. Afraid? Be courageous. Angry? Calm down. Grieving? Let go — ideally before it makes others uncomfortable.

The people who taught us this meant well. They almost always do. And it rarely works. Imagine the fuel light comes on in your car. The little amber symbol glows on the dashboard. Instead of finding a gas station, you reach into the glovebox, peel off a sticker, and cover the light.

There. Problem solved. Except, of course, it isn't.

We constantly deal with feelings in this way. We suppress and distract ourselves from them, work harder to avoid facing them, spiritualize, rationalize, and sometimes medicate. As a common modern habit, we also scroll through screens until these emotions fade into the background noise.

Then we are genuinely puzzled when they come back. Perhaps they return because they were never the enemy in the first place. Perhaps they were information, waiting to be read.

Viktor Frankl and the Space Between

One of the books that shaped me most as a coach is Viktor Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning. Frankl endured conditions I will not pretend to comprehend. And out of that darkness he carried back an observation that has echoed through psychology ever since. Between what happens to us and how we respond, he wrote, there is a space. And in that space lies our freedom.

When I first read that, I misread it. I assumed Frankl was telling me to rise above my emotions — to be the calm, unbothered man in the storm, feeling nothing, needing nothing. The more neuroscience I read, the more I realized I had it backward. The space Frankl described does not exist because emotions are beneath us. It exists because emotions are not commands. They are invitations.

Fear invites your attention. Anger invites investigation. Joy invites gratitude. Sadness invites reflection. Shame, of all of them, invites curiosity — though it is the one we are least likely to accept.

Each emotion knocks. Wisdom is simply deciding, knock by knock, which to invite in for a proper conversation and which to leave on the step for a while longer.

Most of us do one of two things. We bolt the door and pretend no one is there. Or we fling it open and hand the emotion the keys to the whole house. Neither, it turns out, makes for a peaceful home.

Antonio Damasio Ruined One of My Favorite Ideas

For centuries, we told ourselves a flattering story: that the ideal human being decides free of emotion. Cool. Detached. All reason, no interference. Emotion was the smudge on the lens.

Then a neuroscientist named Antonio Damasio began closely studying a peculiar group of patients — people whose brain injuries had damaged the machinery of emotion while leaving their intellect fully intact.

They still retained their ability to reason—analyze, calculate, debate, and articulate ideas perfectly. However, they could no longer make decisions. Even choosing between two nearly identical loaves of bread could paralyze them. This loaf or that one? Back to the first. They would weigh options endlessly yet reach no conclusion. It appears that logic alone can loop endlessly without ever arriving at a decision.

You already know this feeling, even with an undamaged brain. You have stood in aisle four, staring at two nearly identical products, wondering when carbohydrates became so emotionally demanding.

Damasio's work suggested something close to heresy. Emotion is not opposed to reason; rather, it enables reason to succeed. Feelings provide the necessary weight — signaling what matters most, what is urgent, and what deserves attention. Without emotion, thought becomes aimless and sterile, unable to move forward effectively.

Emotions, in other words, do not interrupt your thinking. They help you think at all. That single idea changed how I sat in every conversation that followed.

The Two Brothers

I once told a Clarity Room a very short story. Two brothers grew up in the same house. Same parents. Same neighborhood, same schools, same food at the same table, many of the same memories. Thirty years later, one speaks of his childhood with deep gratitude. The other has spent much of his adult life trying to recover from it.

Same house. Same events. How?

This is one of the most crucial lessons coaching has taught me, even though I was initially reluctant to accept it. We don’t react to events themselves; we react to the meaning we assign to them.

The event is real. But the meaning we hang on it does at least half the work.

One brother perceives his father's strictness as love, with sleeves rolled up, while the other sees it as a verdict—evidence that he is not wanted. One interprets hardship as preparation for the future, whereas the other sees it as punishment. One considers criticism as guidance, like a hand on the back steering him forward; the other views it as confirmation of a long-held suspicion: that he will never be quite enough.

The outside was nearly identical. The inside was two different countries.

And here is the machinery behind it, because this is the part I want you to keep:

Stories become beliefs.

Beliefs shape emotions.

Emotions steer decisions.

Decisions, repeated, become habits.

Habits harden into character.

And character, quietly, without ever announcing itself, becomes destiny.

By the time most people come looking for a coach, they are convinced they have a habit problem. More often than not, they have a story problem. And beneath the story, patient and unpaid, an emotion has been trying to get their attention for years.

When I finally understood this, I stopped asking, "Why did you react like that?" And I started asking, "What did your brain believe was happening in that moment?"

Here is what I have come to trust:

Your emotions are rarely trying to sabotage you. Far more often, they are trying to read you a story your brain has been believing, without challenge, for a very long time.

And it is the story — not the emotion — where the real work begins.

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